Fight Music

D12

credits


publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
writers: Andre Young, Marshall Mathers, Michael Elizondo, Ondre Moore, Rufus Johnson, Von Carlisle, Denaun Porter, Deshaun Holton
album: Track in album Devil's Night
release date: 2001-6-18
popularity : 27 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop
styles: Gangsta/Hardcore Hip-Hop/Thug Rap
length: 4:22
producer: Dr. Dre
vocal: Traci Nelson
mixer: Dr. Dre

Album Information

label: Interscope Records
country(area): United Kingdom
format: CD
barcode: 606949307929
script: Latin

Cover Art

D12 Devil's Night cover art

Lyrics

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This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do ****
It's just some ****, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
The type of **** that you don't have to ask who produced it
The type of **** that causes mass confusion

With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm
Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms
Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!"
Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint
I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat
Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street

Cause my grandmother sucked my **** and I didn't come (oh)
So what if she's handicapped, the ***** said Bizarre couldn't rap
While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!)
Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john
Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong)
Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms

Whenever you hear some **** and you can't refuse it
Just refuse whenever they asked to do ****
You just know - that's the new ****
And drastic movement of people actin stupid
Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on?
Show you machine gun funk
The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw
We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud
It's fight music
I'm a ***** that loves scuffles
I'm like that, catch a ***** like bear traps
I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak
I suffocated my shrink just for talkin
It's fight music!
These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em
If any ***** lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em
Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em
Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin

Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it
And hypocrites who think the same **** but don't say ****
Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat
You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me
From parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy
That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me
I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on
A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called..
This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do ****
It's just some ****, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
The type of **** that you don't have to ask who produced it
The type of **** that causes mass confusion

This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do ****
It's just some ****, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
The type of **** that you don't have to ask who produced it
The type of **** that causes mass confusion

With a prosthetic arm and smellin like Boone's Farm
Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own moms
Strapped to my stomach screamin, "Let's get it on!"
Rollin over a bank, cops see me and faint
I think I'll up my high by slittin your throat
Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street

Cause my grandmother sucked my **** and I didn't come (oh)
So what if she's handicapped, the ***** said Bizarre couldn't rap
While Dr. Dre videotapes you (hell yeah!)
Eatin a hot dog readin the Holy Qu'ran, while I'm on the john
Take it back Sisqo, you know where it belongs (thong th-thong thong)
Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms

Whenever you hear some **** and you can't refuse it
Just refuse whenever they asked to do ****
You just know - that's the new ****
And drastic movement of people actin stupid
Just bring who you gon' bring on, who you gon' swing on?
Show you machine gun funk
The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaw
We lovin the broads, there's nothin to applaud
It's fight music
I'm a ***** that loves scuffles
I'm like that, catch a ***** like bear traps
I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak
I suffocated my shrink just for talkin
It's fight music!
These beads I'm swingin is stingin 'em
If any ***** lookin too hard, we Rodney King'n 'em
Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em or spit it at 'em
Blast while you right hookin, right when your wife's lookin

Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it
And hypocrites who think the same **** but don't say ****
Watch me, cause you thinkin you got me in this hot seat
You'll never STOP me, I'm TOP speed as you POP me
From parents who failed to raise 'em cause they're lazy
That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me
I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sic'd on
A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called..
This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do ****
It's just some ****, for these kids, to trash they rooms with
The type of **** that you don't have to ask who produced it
The type of **** that causes mass confusion

Video

Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Another Public Service Announcement
  • 2 Shit Can Happen
  • 3 Pistol Pistol
  • 4 Bizarre (skit)
  • 5 Nasty Mind
  • 6 Ain't Nuttin' but Music
  • 7 American Psycho
  • 8 That's How (skit)
  • 9 That's How...
  • 10 Purple Pills
  • 11 Fight Music
  • 12 Instigator
  • 13 Pimp Like Me
  • 14 Blow My Buzz
  • 15 Obie Trice (skit)
  • 16 Devil's Night
  • 17 Steve Berman (skit)
  • 18 Revelation
  • 19 Girls
    CD 2
  • 1 Shit on You
  • 2 Words Are Weapons
  • 3 These Drugs